Long Centipede Poems
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Amuck in this life, she fights and bumbles
Onward and forward she kicks and stumbles
Easily, angrily, quickly she grumbles
While in the distance dark thunder rumbles.
At last she falters, listens, then mumbles
“Good God!” and into oblivion tumbles.
“Soul’s Battle” first appeared in the Dead of Night Newsletter, July 1994, then collected in Lake of the Devil: Poems of Morosity and Jest (Duck's-foot Tree Productions, 1995) limited to 75 copies. It was included in the poetry section of the omnibus edition of novel, poems, and tales Anthony Shriek: His Doleful Adventures; or, Lovers of Another Realm (Centipede Press, 2017). It is also included in my forthcoming Hippocampus Press collection The Ghost Garden and Further Spirits.
Elsa was a tall lovely Swede
Cross-eyed and knock-kneed
Million-dollar smile all agreed
Flashing her favorite dress made of tweed
A chain at her neck with a simple bead
Loving kindness was her creed
Drenched in thoughtfulness her every deed
The biggest heart kind to any breed
Elsa couldn’t stand to see any creature bleed
Cautious steps not to crush spider or centipede
When Elsa’s turn was up for vacation, no need to plead
She chose her dream destination easily indeed
All wished Elsa a heartfelt Godspeed
And off went Elsa to visit the Calgary stampede
She was impressed with how it was refereed
And how the bulls got their revenge with speed
As it was humans who most needed to heed
Elsa would be back it was guaranteed
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I want to look for bugs and things
Like butterflies and stuff with wings
I want to catch them in my hand
I want to look for bugs
I will look for bugs with you
Together we can find a few
Like moths and ants and worms and slugs
I will help you look for bugs
I want to see a grasshopper play
And watch a praying mantis pray
Why does the ladybug fly away?
I want to look for bugs
We’ll press our faces to the grass
And watch an earthworm slowly pass
Then gather June bugs in a jar
I’ll help you look for bugs
We’ll count the legs of a centipede
For butterflies, a net we’ll need
Then learn how long an inchworm is
When we look for bugs
But after we’ve had all that fun
And when the day is almost done
Remember each and every one
Of the bugs we found
Promise that you won’t keep some
And put them back where they came from
So that next time when I come
We can look for bugs
(for Gahan Wilson)
Mushroom stew, mushroom stew
Nothing more or less will do
Needs no spice, no barley rice,
Laced with wine would not be nice.
Every morning, noon and night
Mushroom buttons grace my plate
With my fork and spoon and knife
Feasting till the hour is late.
A tasty brew is mushroom stew
Makes you dream and makes you scream
Eat some and I promise you
You'll become a mushroom, too.
"Mushroom Stew" appeared in my newsletter Mushroom Stew 1, 1975. It was collected in the big omnibus Anthony Shriek: His Doleful Adventures; or, Lovers of Another Realm (Centipede Press, 2017), containing the horror novel plus a second book's worth of short stories, novelettes, poems, and "odd end pieces."
I. Centipede Multiplicity
One day, a little curly dog treed
an unsuspecting centipede,
forgetting all about the others,
his one hundred faithful brothers.
Soon, the curly dog would greet
ten thousand angry little feet.
II. Caterpillar Paralysis
Can I tell you a stranger thing than this -
a caterpillar suffered paralysis -
or was she just a chrysalis?
It came about, by and by,
that she became a butterfly.
III. Snail Presence
He was alone,
but the sun shone.
There he stood.
He felt good.
He had no feet,
but felt complete.
A slow glide
felt right inside
for a snail,
just out of jail.
Plumeria florals
Crimson and yellow;
Hot weather styles
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Floral flair fair
Note dusty air;
Teary eyes stare
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Rooftop terrace
Centipede curves;
Geomancer's counter
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Windy whispers
Hint of wet rain;
Storm clouds cluster
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Ugly faces
Politics pouts;
Dangerous liaisons
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Roadside offerings
Poor fruit seller;
Waiting on hope
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Temple visit
Ancestors wait;
Prayer offerings
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Coffee brew
Bitter oomph;
Awareness comes
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Moon aura bright
Skyline glow;
Deserted streets
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Leon Enriquez
05 March 2018
Singapore
Spring is in its prime again
each leaf beautiful
much is edible
birds and peepers are musical at dawn.
The days walk slowly
toward Utah and Italy.
My left nut hurts.
Joy overwrites death.
Well, well. You're well
alone in your brain
only a negligible fraction
escaping as words and actions.
Every leaf that's coming out
is out. Including the self
to the west and south
a golem, mandragon, an elf.
Aaron was stacking
the last of last year's
firewood. He found
a spotted salamander--
Ambystoma maculatum--
Big mouth--hidden
under the final log
with a worm and centipede for a meal.
I exclaimed Rare species!
but it's common, fossorial
lives in moist woods
under cemetery stones and memorials.
Eats earthworms,
snails, slugs
insect larvae
and adult beetles.
big bulbs flashed like a discotheque strobe light.
it’s always midnight.
his breath filled the cavernous abyss.
his heart at risk of jumping to its death.
the shell of his flesh colder than a poikilotherm.
shudder of his lens.
a missing eye, a snake besides.
the hair on his arms like spikes.
why’d he follow trouble below the Patapsco River?
his eyes blood orange like the eagle owl.
too late to remember that curiosity killed the cat.
the narrow way wolf gray and white.
the body left in the open. the killer knew
he attracted an extra hide, and Justin
knew he was being hunted. this tunnel abandoned
since the lockdown. he followed the dodge
which had a hand hanging out through the brake light
red and waving.
he witnessed the whisk,
away the icy serpent flew.
Justin could feel his hot breath
the beast with centipede eyes.
he knows he’ll never make it out alive
even as he takes shot after shot.
the scream, the screech
of a van down the street.
he jumps in.
Go! Go! Go!
the tire wheels spin and smoke.
no time to choke.
van stops —
the director yells cut
1/26/2021
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Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad
Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda
Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode
Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder
Lithe, while night looms, lightspeed silent
Ogling exotic shores - she yanks anchor
Centipede nimble Queen needs her tiara
Evermore adorned, baubles bean arabica
Lustrous pearl dozes on dark décolletage
Opulent moon mother of tides, sly tyrant
Tortures subordinates to claim her island
Iridescent iris treasure hunt sailor ocelot
Spotted sea captain keeps snake for halo
Lapis lazuli exclusively steers royal yacht
Asphyxiating prey, Casper crouch lay low
Navigating her way to throne, puss pirate
Drapes cashmere ears in conquest crown
Nautical Nineteenth November
Have you ever wondered what music animals dance to? Could you imagine doing the bop with a kangaroo?
You could tango with a lioness or you could do the fox trot with a giraffe in a dress?
Rock and roll with some bees in their hive all dancing to the Bee Gees, staying alive
A crocodile listening to classical music, wearing snake skin shoes, or maybe a hyena that is listening to the blues
You could meet a centipede in a pair of tight pants, throwing his leg in the air, listening to River dance.
Maybe there are some rabbits chilling with some soul, really getting in the mood in their rabbit hole
There might be a snake that seems to be getting longer only to be joined by other snakes to make up the conga
Now a bat might be high up in his roost, playing Black Sabbath. very loud just to give his ego a boost
Now an elephant just likes stomping around. He doesn’t know who it is. He just liked the music sound
I have heard of an animal who seems to favour punk but stays away from that crazy little skunk
So if animals like dancing to music and dance the night away, that could explain to me why my dog sleeps all day